To begin is to initiate the ending of something.
It’s like going for a nice vacation. The way how we anticipate about every little detail, pack the most perfect clothes for each part of all the days we’re going to be away from town. The feeling is indescribable! We take all our time to fix and itinerise the whole trip when finally the night before the big day arrives.
The flight’s early in the morning and we gotta sleep sooner than we usually do. Keep all the snacks and baggages ready to be just lifted by hands once the sun rises.
And then, the big day arrives. We take the flight. And our trip begins. How we spend our first day all jetlagged and in bed having the room service to ourselves. Until we’re up early morning to do what we came for. We go to all these beautiful places and take photographs so we won’t forget them. Have the most awesome delicacies which we perhaps would have missed if we didn’t choose to travel. Learn the language, shop for family and friends, take more pictures, eat more and fill all our hearts’ desire.
The next day brings us a little more closer to the end. And the next, and the next, until you’re all disappointed and melancholic that the trip has indeed come to an end. No sooner does the realisation hit us than we have the car waiting for us at the doorway so that we could leave.
While on the car, sitting by the foggy window due to all the sobbing, we do realize that it’s pretty much the same with life. It’s all very Hunky Dory when you begin to have fun until too much it makes you feel bitter.
Life’s a series of vacations, just like any other, that we never wish to put an end to. But as is and has been, you have to find your way back home.
Infinite boulevard 